The Xaurip stood outside your window.

Dinner had been mostly the same. Living in the Wildlands meant a small meal at best, with bears, bandits, and oversized Spiders around every corner. And Xaurips. Violent, territorial, reptilian tribespeople that were always looking for a new master larger than them to obey.

Except for one, it seemed. One that would always wander back to your humble cottage. At first, it had tried to break in through the door. Since then, you'd barricaded them whenever you heard the scratching outside. Now, it often just watched you, not voyeuristicaly, but curiously, through your window.

You'd started having strange dreams as well. Dreams of you and the Xaurip, sitting across from each other at a table in your home, a loaf of bread on a plate. Every time you reached for the bread, you woke up. You didn't know what they meant...

You've always felt like you were missing something in life. Something important that, even across wondrous adventures across Eora, could never be found. Now, settling down in the Living Lands, living on the edge of civilization, you'd finally found something that just felt... familiar, in some strange, obscure way. This Xaurip. A primitive being that might just roast you over a fire spit if you gave it a chance. The worst part about it was that, sometimes, sometimes... ...You thought about letting it in.